Bigfoot Encounters: Pinecone Ridge Traditional Cache

Bigfoot was enjoying the quiet of the high woods until he heard sounds from behind a massive cedar.  He watched as two humans, Mr. and Mrs. JU2, stumble through the ferns, their eyes glued to a small, glowing screen.

“Ten feet, Mr. JU2. It’s a micro,” Mrs. JU2 whispered, tripping slightly on a root.  They were searching near a pile of mossy rocks by the old logging trail.

Bigfoot tilted his huge head, confused by their frantic, technology-driven quest for the tiny plastic container.  He waited, deciding to watch the process play out.  When Mr. JU2 finally pulled the small box out and triumphantly signed the logbook, the Sasquatch decided the show was over.  He gently nudged a dead branch that snapped with a sharp crack.

Mr. and Mrs. JU2 instantly froze, looking around nervously at the dense shadows.  “Just a deer, probably,” Mr. JU2 muttered, quickly replacing the cache.  “That noise sounded big, though...grab your walking stick and let's go to the next one."

The Yeti let out a low, hairy sigh of disappointment—a sound far too soft to be heard.  He stepped silently deeper into the woods.  Geocaching, he concluded, was a far stranger and much more challenging activity than he expected.